A said, stroking a petite omega on her body, "What's the good thing? It's durable? Honey, you're being lazy."
"Why, I like him very much!" Asha said.
Saying so, she pushed 329 to the crowd.
That's it.
Two betas washed him down, twins, tall and stocky with a deadpan expression. 329 was stripped naked, his skin was rubbed red, they shaved his pubic hair and pulled him out naked. 329 was pushed to the ground, and when one of the twins held his waist, he realized that these two had more work than just cleaning him.
They are the stallions of the game, like 329, all for fun. Their massive cocks were erect in the hands, and were of decent size, perhaps their masters had undergone some minor surgery on them to make the entertainment more interesting. One hand grabbed 329's shoulder, the other hand pinched 329's waist, and a few fingers inserted lubricant into his acupuncture points and throat. He choked, his fingers yanked out, and his cock fucked in.
They did it so neatly, it was like oiling a plane cup, the foreplay was too short, the lubrication was too thin, and the penis squeezed into the body as hard as an iron rod. 329 gasped in pain, the twins didn't make a sound, no one wanted to hear beta moaning, they just wanted to hear the wail of omega in the middle.
He was expected to call out, and he had better be called out.
329 opened his mouth and started screaming, his voice trembling with the twins' movements, eventually turning into a muffled nasal sound - the beta in front of him opened his mouth and pushed his penis down his throat. They stood up, one grasping the arms and the other the waist, one dry mouth and the other dry hole, leaving 329's feet off the ground, with nowhere to put his strength at all. Two pieces of hot meat were desperately thrusting into his body, he was squeezed in the wall of flesh, and it was difficult to breathe.
With one hand, he opened his buttocks vigorously, and with the other hand, he lifted his chin, exposing the flesh-colored mucous membrane to the light. The headlights were on 329, and the surrounding music was melodious and ambiguous. This was a public performance. The two penises were rampaging in his body, slapping his flesh, making a loud noise, and there was even a little sense of rhythm. Someone giggled in the shadows, the owners of the twins clapped their hands, and they switched positions.
329 The penis in the throat was pulled out, but the one in the hole was not there. Beta behind him pulled him up straight, but didn't let his feet touch the ground. He grabbed 329's knees with both hands, opened them, and spread the two legs to the maximum. This position made 329 slide down, almost sitting on Beta's penis. The beta took a few steps forward, showing the place where they bonded to countless pairs of eyes in the auditorium. Someone reached out and touched 329, the pointed nails inserted into the warm mucous membrane, and the foreign body sensation made him shiver.
"It's boring, I'm used to being raped." The man said with disgust, "Sure enough, she's still a virgin."
"It's a game where there's nothing wrong with it." The other person smiled, "Eat more if you're not full."
Another of the twins came over and pressed 329 against his brother's chest. The one inserted into 329's body increased its strength and tightly grasped his legs. They held him in place like straps on an electric chair.
329 suddenly understood what they were going to do.
The penis in the body didn't come out, but another man's fingers were forced in. The acupoints that had just adapted were re-expanded, swollen to the point of pain. 329 lets out a whimper, less out of pain than out of fear for what's to come.
The fingers changed from one to two, stretching open the acupuncture point wrapped around the genitals, tearing out a small space. Another cock was on top and he was ripped like a plastic bag that wasn't big enough. They didn't mind if the pouch was torn, and no matter how much the muscular ring tightened in fear, the second cock squeezed in.
"...!!"
329 didn't cry out, he opened his mouth but couldn't breathe, and even the rising and falling of his chest would cause pain. A second cock came in and it was too much, too full, too much. The mouth of the hole seemed to be burned, he was torn apart, and imprisoned again, only his legs kicked in mid-air in vain, like a frog that was nailed to death.
Even if you close your eyes and hold your breath, time will not stop. A filler is not an ending, but a beginning, and the actors keep performing until the audience gets impatient.
329 finally started to scream.
The twins moved, two cocks stuffed the 329 so full that any movement would push one out, so they jerked slightly. 329 trembling with pain, entering is like tearing, going out is like pulling, and the lower body is burning with pain. He felt like his intestines were turned inside out like a glove, and he didn't dare to look down. The pain was like a tarsal maggot, like it was going to split him in two.
The movements of the betas became faster and more ruthless, the tortured muscles were no longer able to resist, unable to protect the ravaged body cavity. Two thick and long cocks whipped against 329's insides, he was like a smashed container, blood flowed down his thighs, sticking to him with sweat. He was too full, and his lower abdomen was bulging, as if something was moving around in the abdominal cavity, and it was about to come out. The horrible feeling of his internal organs being pushed made his stomach queasy, he retched a few times, but his stomach was empty. 329 trembled with hunger, but was so full that he felt like vomiting.
"This is really broken." Someone laughed.
"It still works." Someone said, "I'll try."
The twins were pulled out, and a small piece of sausage was also brought out, making 329 whine. The one behind 329 is still holding him, like an attendant holding a mirror for the powerful. An alpha came over and inserted into the hole that was temporarily unable to close.
The wound was touched again, and the genitals squeezed the wound, causing his lower body to shrink continuously, as if he was pleasing the intruder. That alpha was well-dressed and only opened the zipper. He slapped 329's buttocks, sighed in his convulsions, and said, "Not so good."
Blood is not a good lubricant, and it feels greasy when thrusting. The alpha pinched his nipples, pulling quite hard, using the pain like a taming whip. 329 has tried his best to cooperate, but this still doesn't satisfy him.
Alpha pulled out and took something out of his pocket.
The new syringes are easy to carry, have an innocuous shape, and don't have the long, scary needle point—the needle is hidden inside. Alpha grabbed 329's hair, put the small syringe on his neck, and pressed it.
After the sting like a mosquito bite, the pain suddenly disappeared.
The torn lower body no longer hurts, the stomach that twitches from hunger no longer hurts, the lower abdomen that has been rampaged and the nipples that have been pinched are no longer painful. The pain disappeared without a trace, and the lower abdomen suddenly felt hot, and the desire surged like a tide, as if thrown into the estrus.
No, it is the estrus period.
The drug-induced estrus came on fiercely, and within seconds reached the most intense time ever. It was too fast, 329 groaned, the water mixed with blood dripped down, pulling out long silver threads. His waist slumped all of a sudden, and the hole opened and closed like a hungry mouth. If no one was holding on to his leg, he might have been rubbing it between his legs.
"The smell of estrus is so light." A disappointed voice floated from far away, "Is the exile who underwent surgery really this kind of virtue?"
"Wouldn't it be nice?" someone said, "This way..."
329 could no longer hear what they were saying, he was very hot, as if he had a high fever. The corridor was soaked, and the water kept dripping, forming a small puddle on the ground, but no one came, no one touched him. They give him too much when he prays for a little less, and throw him aside when he begs for more. The upsurge of the estrus period should have come and gone like a tide, but now it has turned into a vortex, directly overwhelmed, and 329 is unable to struggle at all.
The void was torturing him, he wanted to be fucked, he wanted alpha pheromones, like a spring in the desert. All kinds of bodily fluids soak every inch of skin, sweat, water, saliva, intestinal juices, and even tears. 329 choked up, his vision blurred, trembling all over, he couldn't help trying to comfort himself.
They let go of his grip and he couldn't wait to masturbate. He jerked his cock and inserted his fingers into the wounded passage, feeling that it wasn't enough, not enough. The twins let go under the instructions, and threw 329 to the ground. Alpha laughed not far away and said, "If you want to get a fuck, you have to work harder."
The exiles were operated on, and the smell of their estrus would not drive the alphas crazy, so only 329 himself fell into the lustful hell. He crawls to the nearest alpha, babbles a bunch of "please fuck me" stuff, he blowjobs, he gets kicked to the floor, and finally gets what he wants. The thrill of being penetrated was lightning fast, and for a split second it cracked the longing, leaving him awake and sickened by what was happening. In the next second, 329 became a slave to desire again, he moaned loudly, and curled up his toes comfortably.
All nerves seemed to be concentrated in his lower body, and he masturbated himself in spine-melting pleasure until his hands were fixed again. The alpha smiled smugly and ordered him to "shake your ass", which he did. This is difficult, the lower body is numb, the numbness makes his feet soft, and it is difficult to maintain the kneeling position, and the sweat makes his knees slip. Alpha got impatient with his clumsy movements, he grabbed 329's waist and began to thrust violently.
that alp